"a million dreams for the world we're gonna make."

I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings !!

Paper Rings is an upcoming slice of life roleplay set in Toronto, Canada that has been in the works for weeks. We will foster a truly inclusive environment where all characters and members are welcome. It’s one thing to say this, but it’s another to act on it and create a community for everyone.

From a truly accessible skin to a foundation in supporting neurodiverse, poc, and LGBTQIA+ characters, we plan to smash the “trendiness” of jcink real-life roleplay creation and sitehopping. Our buzz is in full swing, reserves are open, and we hope you’ll join us!

i hate commitment but my dad’s dying wish is to see me get married and you’re an old family friend i ran into at the airport on my way to visit him so hey let’s get engaged

we’re only engaged to get our parents off our backs and you’re in love with somebody else so feel free to hook up with them idc i’m not jealous (yes i am)

i proposed to you as a joke but my mom (who’s been wanting me to settle down) thought it was serious and we’re kind of going along with it until we can break it to her gently

our parents are forcing us into an arranged marriage and we hate each other but now i’m in love with you and i don’t think it’s mutual

we were both drunk when you proposed to me and i accidentally posted about it across social media so now we’re hungover and trying to figure out this mess bc we’re not even dating

you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged

“Look, I did everything else… can you please help me set up this damn skeleton, I cannot get it to stand on my own I’m too short.” The femme spoke while trying to stand a seven foot skeleton up from the ground in her front yard.

Besides, she's way too attached to this small town to ever leave it behind. Yeah, she was away for a while but when her littlest sister finally went off to college, she moved back to look after her mom.

“just because you said that, I’m going to ask her to try.” Mo said with a teasing grin. “Maybe it’ll be payback for not giving me a hint about my present.” AGAIN WITH THE PRESENT. Mo just really liked getting Angie riled up. It was…kinda cute, now that he thought about it.

“kumquat is good. I mean, I don’t see how you’d manage to use it in a sentence otherwise. Like, in non code way. What even is a kumquat? Sounds so weird. Kumquat kumquat kumquat kumquat kumquat.” Mo really was a three year old trapped in an adult body.

“Remind me why I don’t have a beverage to dump over your head right now,” Angie growled. She half considered just getting something quick from a cart to use; the five dollars would be well worth it in her eyes. Maybe a smoothie…something to really seep in and stink up his clothes.

“It’s a…fruit? I think? Pretty sure it’s a fruit.” Hadn’t her sister made some kind of dish with kumquats at some point? Or was that her uncle? Like it mattered. Angie rolled her eyes as Mo parroted and the word slowly lost all meaning. “Well, I guess we’re sticking with kumquat!” she sighed. “You like it so much, I’m sure we’ll find a way.” 

Muse : Finn

Scenario : you’re at a party that Finn’s siblings are throwing, but he’s hiding away from the crowd. Your muse can know him, or not.

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Finn always hated their house parties.

But his mom was such a socialite. And a lot of his siblings had also gotten the social gene - more or less, at least. That’s how they ended up here. With four adults in their mid twenties throwing a college style rager. Were they not too old for this shit? They claimed to want to “give him and Shanti a genuine college experience.” But he knew in reality that the party was more for themselves than it was for him.

Finnigan was very antisocial. He hated crowds. So when there was a large number of people in his house - his one safe space, he was NOT happy about it. He’d managed to somehow find a secluded garden in their yard and was currently hiding there with his emotional support dog, Ophelia. She’d actually led him here. She was the one who found the corner, not him.

Muse : Finn

Scenario : you’re at a party that Finn’s siblings are throwing, but he’s hiding away from the crowd. Your muse can know him, or not.

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Finn always hated their house parties.

But his mom was such a socialite. And a lot of his siblings had also gotten the social gene - more or less, at least. That’s how they ended up here. With four adults in their mid twenties throwing a college style rager. Were they not too old for this shit? They claimed to want to “give him and Shanti a genuine college experience.” But he knew in reality that the party was more for themselves than it was for him.

Finnigan was very antisocial. He hated crowds. So when there was a large number of people in his house - his one safe space, he was NOT happy about it. He’d managed to somehow find a secluded garden in their yard and was currently hiding there with his emotional support dog, Ophelia. She’d actually led him here. She was the one who found the corner, not him.

She frowned lightly, understanding what he must be feeling. Britney also had anxiety when it comes to huge parties. She was often caught twiddling her thumbs or spacing out when socializing began too much for her. Though, she learnt to cope with it, knowing to just take a break when it started to be too much for her.  

Muse : Finn

Scenario : you’re at a party that Finn’s siblings are throwing, but he’s hiding away from the crowd. Your muse can know him, or not.

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Finn always hated their house parties.

But his mom was such a socialite. And a lot of his siblings had also gotten the social gene - more or less, at least. That’s how they ended up here. With four adults in their mid twenties throwing a college style rager. Were they not too old for this shit? They claimed to want to “give him and Shanti a genuine college experience.” But he knew in reality that the party was more for themselves than it was for him.

Finnigan was very antisocial. He hated crowds. So when there was a large number of people in his house - his one safe space, he was NOT happy about it. He’d managed to somehow find a secluded garden in their yard and was currently hiding there with his emotional support dog, Ophelia. She’d actually led him here. She was the one who found the corner, not him.

“something that’ll scare you? Hmm…” He grinned, pretending to think. “My oldest sister might try to give you a tattoo in your sleep. I mean, she’s only done it once. As a prank. Now Colin has the word idiot tattooed on his hip. It’s small though.” His grin grew into a small chuckle. “You should’ve seen Colin’s reaction. He ran out of the bathroom naked because it wouldn’t wash off. He was screaming. Anyways, I’m sure that won’t happen to you.” He smirked, folding his arms. “Hey, maybe we should have a code. In case things do get too much for you, so that I can excuse us from the others.”

A little voice in her head whined no, please, I didn’t mean that literally.

“What?! In his sleep? How did he not wake up? Tattoo machines are so loud!” Angie shook her head, part of her still not believing him but the bathroom story was too good. “She couldn’t do that to me. I’m a light sleeper.” Except when she stressed herself with work…which was most days. Look, those crashes from all the sugary coffee she drank hit hard, okay?

Muse : Finn

Scenario : you’re at a party that Finn’s siblings are throwing, but he’s hiding away from the crowd. Your muse can know him, or not.

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Finn always hated their house parties.

But his mom was such a socialite. And a lot of his siblings had also gotten the social gene - more or less, at least. That’s how they ended up here. With four adults in their mid twenties throwing a college style rager. Were they not too old for this shit? They claimed to want to “give him and Shanti a genuine college experience.” But he knew in reality that the party was more for themselves than it was for him.

Finnigan was very antisocial. He hated crowds. So when there was a large number of people in his house - his one safe space, he was NOT happy about it. He’d managed to somehow find a secluded garden in their yard and was currently hiding there with his emotional support dog, Ophelia. She’d actually led him here. She was the one who found the corner, not him.

Taking a deep breath out, Britney entered the party seeing it was more crowded than usual. Her own anxiety suddenly filing up. She took another inhale, then exhaled before she started to engage with a small group of people. After she started talking, she became more comfortable. And yet, within an hour her social battery started to be low.

Phone in one hand and a red beer cup in the other, she started to walk outside just to get some fresh air. Even wearing a long sleeve pink sweatshirt and jeans, the  Autumn chill did not bother her. In fact, it made her calmer. After texting Michelle to alert she was safe and heading home soon, she looked up only to find herself in a garden. From afar she saw a man alone. As she walked closer to him, she realized she recognized him. 

guilt had crawled at her for three years; she had never been one for attachments, which had made their arrangement perfect at the time. her intentions had been just to disappear for a few days - to take care of the issue, to leave them none the wiser about what they’d done. 

but she’d gotten a job offer across the country instead. and in the process of moving and settling down, she became attached. it was easier, almost - she wasn’t alone. and while being a mother had never been in the cards for her before, georgie found herself willing to move heaven and hell to make her child happy. 

but libby was going to turn two in a few weeks, and it didn’t seem fair that she didn’t know her father. or that her father didn’t even know she existed. which was why she’d gotten on an airplane, flying back to her former home, holding their daughter in her arms when he opened the door. 

“surprise,” she greeted, a smile on her lips that didn’t quite seem as genuine as she wanted it to. she was terrified - he could slam the door in their faces, not believe her if she told him libby was his daughter, walk away - but she put on a brave face regardless. “sorry, that was - glib. hi. can we come in?” 

Open to female muses | Plot: Our muses are fwb but Holly has been putting too much pressure on them lately because she wants more. 

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He truly was an idiot, wasn’t he? After several attempts to kick down the door to his apartment, granting him a few neighbors opening their doors to check what the hell was going on, Eric had admitted defeat, now sitting on the floor. He worked in the fucking police and had locked himself out of his apartment. Praying no one would call the fire department, knowing it’d guarantee a couple weeks of teasing at the office, Eric simply sat and thought of a way to break down the door.

Feet stopped in front of him, Eric not even looking up, breath leaving his lungs. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking and yes, I really locked myself out of my place. Don’t ask me how, I swore I had the key-”, touching his pockets to check one last time. “but apparently not and now I’m stuck out here. Don’t laugh.”, even though he was on the verge of it too. @indiestarter​

“unless they’re like, class A douchebags, yeah.” Cass responded, playfulness evident in her voice. “I don’t want people to feel like they’re at the doctor here. Instead, maybe like they’re visiting an old friend.” It was the reason she’d taken such care to make this a welcoming space. No one liked going to the doctor. But going to see your friend once a week and drink tea with them? That was something they might enjoy. “Visiting any kind of medical place is scary and stressful. I just don’t wanna add to it, you know?” There were definitely patients who didn’t see this friendly side of her. But usually she’d just stop seeing someone if they got on her nerves that much.

“I’ve had my fair share of therapy visits, doctor visits and the like. They’re usually just…really uncomfortable. I try to be the person I wish I had when I was growing up.” With her losing her actual parents at a young age and having to spend three years in foster care before Lorelei adopted her - medical care growing up was a scary experience. She had the habit of lashing out and preferring to be alone in foster care. And the therapists she’d been to were….not so nice.

Clearing his throat just slightly before sipping his water, Han nodded along to what she was saying, looking around the room yet again, taking in even more of the details with each glance. It was definitely personal to her, that much was obvious, even if he didn’t know where the objects came from and… well. She seemed nice enough… “They do say that people in therapy make the best therapists.” he pointed out, letting out a cough he couldn’t control but getting himself back together as quickly as he could. He didn’t need pity on top of whatever this was going to bring. 

Mo just smirked. “Well then, if you strangle me, good luck finding another fake boyfriend to take to your mom.” How riled up she was getting almost made him want to laugh. Reminded him of his sisters. “I’m just going to warn you, my family can be….intense. we’re all very close and boundaries are…basically nonexistent. I apologize for that in advance.” He already had a rough idea of what boundaries would be crossed at dinner. Colin would immediately hit on her. Cass would psychoanalyze her. Roxie would give her a tarot reading she did not ask for, and Shanti would probably try to prescribe her some natural remedy to a problem she doesn’t have.

“I could so find another fake boyfriend,” Angie scoffed, but there wasn’t any malice in her voice. The truth is she couldn’t think of any other guy in her life that A) she trusted enough to ask for a favor like this, and B) could actually pass as a believable boyfriend (being an appropriate age and not already married or something). There were a few that filled either one requirement or the other, but only Mo checked both boxes.

Muse : Cass

Scenario : Cass is a therapist, and your muse is one of her patients.

Cass had a wide portfolio to boast about as a psychologist. She'd worked with doctors, criminals, FBI agents and even firefighters. On top of this, she had her normal appointments - the one she took in her office. Cass quite liked her office. It was cozy. Painted in a cool grey with potted planted and a sofa that Shanti had helped her thrift. She also had a lot of fidget toys on the coffee table. They were Finn's, but he'd given them to her to keep in her office. The whole room was scattered with her siblings' personalities. A huge splatter art piece on the wall that Roxie had done back in college. The briefcase Colin was carrying when he won his first case was open on the coffee table and filled with magazines. She'd really made this place her own. It reminded her of home.

“she had to start working more. It was around the time she opened her own tattoo parlor. It might be also the fact that our mom freaked out every time she ran late after a shift.” She bit her lip, maybe a little uncomfortably. The danger of the job was a heavy truth. But almost immediately, she tried to brighten the conversation again, with a lighter tone. “there was this one time, Roxie went to get drinks with the rest of the volunteers. And her phone died. At one point, my mom was calling every hospital in a ten mile radius.” She said with a laugh. “Do you have anyone who doesn’t approve of your job?” Ah, Cass’s first tactic. She was spinning the conversation back on him.

Buck nodded slowly, understanding that the sister had other things going on for herself. “That’s fair.” He shrugged. 

He listened to the story, chuckling as he knew that his sister would be worried about him if he went missing after a shift and couldn’t reach him. But then again, her brother in law was pretty good at keeping Buck’s safety in mind when in mutual company. He was sure Chimney would keep Maddie posted. 

Her next question had his smile faltering into a chuckle, a dry one as he clasped his hands together and looked around the room for a moment, mentally searching for the right words. He looked at the water bottle in front of them and shrugged. “I have two people. Their opinions shouldn’t matter, but i’m afraid they always will. My perpetually estranged parents.” He clarified, his eyebrows rising and falling to add to the sarcasm lacing his tone. 

He wasn’t sure if he was relieved to be changing topics or bothered with the fact that their actions still haunted him. Even with her next question. “Before becoming a firefighter I had many jobs. A construction worker, a bar tender, even work at a ranch with the guys that I later moved over here with. My former roommates. I never felt like I belonged or knew what I wanted to do with my life. So I kinda just… did it all. College feels like a blur, especially considering how many I went to and got kicked out of for misconduct.”

"it just takes a bit. Eventually, you find your people. Your real family - blood or not - and you hold onto them. You hold onto them tight. That little voice in your head? The one telling you you're going to screw up? It'll go away eventually. You'll come to love yourself the way your people love you." Despite this sounding like a very generic speech, it was actually super personal. Cass had found her people. In her mom and her siblings and their countless dogs (her mom kind of had a tendency to adopt on sight. Kind of like Batman.)